


Castles in the Sky

by Hobbyist_Writer



Category: Original Work
Genre: F/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-05-10
Updated: 2018-05-10
Packaged: 2019-05-04 19:31:58
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,325
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14600154
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hobbyist_Writer/pseuds/Hobbyist_Writer
Summary: This is a story about a mountain girl and her childhood sweetheart. This is about a city boy looking for someone. This is about how some dreams come true but sometimes not in the way we expect, how hardships are reality but that doesn't mean that happy endings have to remain castles in the sky.





	Castles in the Sky

_We were so young…_

_…and we had such dreams…_

 

There was a small village situated on a mountain, where most of the village residents were rice farmers. Everyday they’d leave before the sun came out to work on their rice paddies. The village counted themselves lucky because their fields usually gave them enough to feed them and extra to sell in the markets at the foot of the mountain, they had their own village midwife, and the school was just on the next mountain over.

In that village lived a boy and a girl. Their names were Simon and Helena. Helena was the third child of one of the rice farmers. Her father owned and worked a largish plot of land higher up on the mountain. Simon was the eldest of five. His family worked on one of the farms on the lower slopes of the mountain. They were neighbors so it didn’t take long before they were close friends.

They grew up together and were nearly inseparable. As they grew up, their bond only got stronger and stronger. The entire village was sure that the two would end up marrying each other. No one could even imagine one without the other.

“I’m going to get that college scholarship!” Simon told Helena one day as they were headed back home after class, “That’s our ticket out of here, don’t you see? Our teacher said that college graduates can get better jobs. So I’m going to go to college.” He looked back at his friend, “You too! I bet you’d pass the entrance exams!”

“You’re silly, Simon. Someone has to stay here and help with the rice paddies and gardens, right?”

Simon frowned, obviously trying to work out some way for them to stay together while accomplishing all their responsibilities. Finally, he sighed.

“There’s no helping it then.” He said with an air of resolve, “You’ll have to wait for me. I’ll go to college while you stay here and watch over our families. After I graduate, I’ll come back and we can start our own family. I should have a job by then too, so we can build our own house. We can have a garden like what you have at your father’s house…”

“Whoa! Slow down there!” Helena said laughing, “You have to get that scholarship first!”

“I will! I know I will.” Simon exclaimed, “Watch and see! I’ll make you so proud of me. I’ll get that scholarship. I’ll go to college. I’ll graduate. And I’ll do it all for you!”

“I believe you! You’re the smartest boy in class after all.”

“And you’ll wait for me?” he asked, a hint of anxiety slipping into his voice, “I’ll come back, promise. So…wait for me, okay?”

She nodded, “I’ll wait for you. Just don’t take too long, okay?”

“Okay.”

They made a promise that day. They both tried for the college scholarship but only Simon was accepted. It could have been a blessing in disguise because even if Helena had passed, she was needed at home. She couldn’t leave, not so soon after her mother’s death. Who would care for her newest sister?

So Simon left for college, promising to be back as soon as he had his diploma in his hand and that he’d send frequent letters, as often as he could.

It was hard, that first year that Simon was away. They’d never been separate for this long before. But they had a dream, a castle in the sky, conceived on that fateful day, so they persevered.

They would make it. Just wait and see.

 

_Childhood flights of fantasy gave way to the reality of growing up_

 

“When’s that boy of yours coming home?”

“You must be so proud, going to college!”

“We’ll pray for you, dear child.”

Family, friends and neighbors, they all believed that Simon would be home soon, would be unable to stay away even a minute longer than necessary. Helena hoped so too. It felt—wrong—somehow, with Simon all the way at college. They’d never been so far apart before. Ever since they were children, playing among the fields, they’d been Simon and Helena. Inseparable.

But worrying about it helped no one. There was no time for sighing and moping. Not when there were gardens to tend, children to care for, and fields to plant. Her father’s rice paddies were their main source of income but even then, sometimes it wasn’t enough. She was the eldest daughter. She _had_ to step up…ever since her mother died.

So each day she woke before the sun, prepared a hearty breakfast for her father, and packed a lunch for him while he ate. Once he left, Helena woke the children and while they ate breakfast and got ready for school, she fed the small flock of chickens that lived beneath their house and swept the house clean. After the children had left for school, Helena headed to her small vegetable garden. There was always work to be done there, watering, weeding, pruning, harvesting and planting.

Helena worked and did the work gladly. She believed that Simon would come back.

 

_Like sandcastles slowly being consumed by the tide, we slipped further and further away_

 

One day, a thicker than normal envelope came for Helena. Inside was Simon’s usual letter and…his diploma. His diploma was here…so where was Simon?

The letter explained…

“I’ve been accepted for a job,” he writes to her, “I know I promised to go back home after graduation but the start date for this job is right after so I won’t be able to come home. Don’t worry. This is really a good thing. Living here in the city cost so much more than we thought. I’ll finish this job and when I get my first pay check we can marry then. Wait a little longer for me.”

And that was okay. Helena could understand why her beloved wanted to have some stability before coming back. It was a brilliant idea! Especially considering that the harvests weren’t as fruitful as they’d hoped. Simon’s family was starting to struggle, they didn’t have enough hands to make full use of their fields. Helena’s brothers tried to help but they had their own fields to work. Simon’s sisters were just so young!

Helena kept working, trying to keep her hopes up even when Simon’s letters started describing the setbacks and hardships that came with living in the city. Her beloved obviously tried to keep the letters light so that she wouldn’t worry but it was too easy to read between the lines…

Wages that barely fed him and kept a roof over his head.

Little to no health benefits.

Cutting back on “unnecessary” things so that he could just _maybe_ have something to send home.

Simon’s mother wrote to tell him that food wasn’t unnecessary and that they could manage without his wages.

The money gradually stopped coming. Helena pretended that the lack of the extra funds didn’t hurt her beloved’s family.

The letters, which used to come every week, came father and farther apart. Two months since the last missive, a lone letter finds its way to the village.

“How are you?” he asks her in ink, “How are your siblings? Are my sisters giving you a hard time?

“Life here is very different from our mountain. There, farmers work the land and there’s always land to work on. Here? Here, there are hundreds of workers fighting for jobs that pay minimum wage…and there are never enough jobs to go around.

“I’m one of the lucky ones, don’t worry. I’m sharing space with three of my co-workers, so I have a place to live and we share the rent. I have a steady job…the project should last at least until the end of the year. I’m thinking of looking for another part-time elsewhere though…

“I’m saving up for our future. I think you’ll like it here. Less green, of course. But we can buy a house and have a garden, just like the one at your father’s house. We can bring our siblings too, once they’re old enough for college.

“My friends here (you remember them, right? I wrote about them in my last letter) told me that you can’t get anywhere in life if you don’t have a college degree. Our children will _all_ finish school. Just wait and see! I’m working so hard. Soon, soon all our dreams will be real.

“I know you’re keeping busy. I am too. The project leader is driving us all ragged. I don’t mind. Better to have a job than no job at all, right? So don’t worry about me.

“I love you, Helena, don’t ever forget it.”

As always, his letter was signed:

“Your beloved, Simon.”

 

_Still, I loved you so… so I waited…_

Still, Helena loved him and looked forward to his letters. She didn’t want to worry him so she never told him about how more and more farmers had to sell their fields to the already rich landowner from the other side of the mountain. She filled her letters with laughter and funny stories and never mentioned that his family had already sold their rice field and were working for the landowner on land that used to be theirs. She kept his letters close to her heart, but kept even closer the painful truths of working the land, when the land never multiplied but the greed of outsiders did.

His siblings lived with her now. Two more hungry mouths that she had to feed. Two more bodies her family had to clothe and shelter. Helena didn’t mind. Not really. They were her beloved’s family…so they were hers too.

But sometimes, the food they had wasn’t enough or the money just kept coming up short. They were too many people in a too small space. The children were taught to do the household chores so that Helena could spend more time in the garden and in the fields. She worked beside her father and brothers and tried to ignore the fact that her sister-in-law stayed home to watch over her own little one.

Sometimes, when she allowed herself to be just a tiny bit weak, Helena wondered if things would have been better… _easier_ …if Simon were here.

It was hard not to hurt a little when she saw the other girls her age married and mostly happy with their lives. It was hard to wait and wait and…

 

_And waited… Until one day…_

There was a crowd gathered around the central plaza of their village. It wasn’t much, just a medium-sized square of grassy ground flanked by the tiny chapel and the even smaller village hall. It was big enough to fit all the villagers but wasn’t ever designed to accommodate two large, off-roading vehicles. Those and the mere fact that there seemed to be more people than usual in their little square, served to bewilder the young woman who had just come back from her father’s fields.

“What’s going on?” Helena asked one of her neighbors.

Always eager to share the local gossip, Helena’s neighbor told her all about the two cars, who owned them (the landowner who’d been buying land left and right and his close business friend), why they were here (the landowner wanted to meet with the village chief about acquiring more land, and he’d brought his friend to see if he could interest the other in investing in his soon-to-be-acquired real estate), and what they’d been up to (so far the two and their entire entourage had toured the fields in question, had a huge lunch, and were now ensconced inside the village hall).

“And the landowner’s friend!” the gossip continued, “He brought his _son_ with him! And he’s not all that bad looking, if you get my meaning.”

 

The rich man’s son was named Raphael. Helena met him when she’d found a lost-looking young man by the rice fields. He’d been polite and friendly. So she offered to show him the way back to town. He’d demurred and said that he didn’t have anything better to do, he’d be fine waiting for her to finish. So Helena went back to work…and he’d stayed. And asked questions. And decided that he wanted to learn how to tend the fields so he took off his shoes and placed himself at her mercy.

Helena chalked it up to the eccentricities of rich people. She’d let him, of course. His father might be buying the livelihoods of her family. She needed to be polite.

But being polite wasn’t the problem. It was easy to make friends with him. Raphael decided that Helena was his impromptu guide to all things mountain-village. He told her he wanted to know all about their life and what better way to find out than by following one of the locals around?

She let him, knowing that he’d become bored soon enough.

But Raphael didn’t. He stuck to it. He worked right along beside her, carried baskets filled with produce, cared for her garden. Whatever work she did, he did too.

Finally, Helena couldn’t take it anymore…

“Why are you here?” she demanded, right in the middle of harvesting mangoes.

“Well, my father…”

“No. Why are you _here_?”

Here with me. Here with your shoes off and mud up to your ankles. Here _helping_ me with chores and everything that should be beneath you if my beloved’s letters are to be believed.

Raphael was quiet. He played with the half-filled basket in his hands.

“I like spending time with you, is all.” He muttered, “You’re nice and _real_ , you know? I don’t feel like I have to be someone with you. I can just be me and you wouldn’t care.”

“But…you…”

“I’m the rich kid, right? I can do whatever I want? Yeah, well. I’m happier helping you with your chores than in a stuffy meeting room with greedy business people.”

He peeked at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

Helena still didn’t understand. Not really, anyway. But if helping her with her work made Raphael happy, then who was she to stop him?

“So…” he said tentatively, “Is it okay if I keep hanging out with you?”

Helena sighed. She thought rich people were weird.

“Fine. If it makes you so happy.”

When Raphael’s face lit up, Helena wondered what she’d unwittingly given him for him to be so ecstatic. She scoffed at herself. It wasn’t for her to wonder. There was still so much work to be done. Let the kid follow her around, as long as he wasn’t in the way, it wouldn’t hurt anyone. As she reached for the next mango, Helena wondered when the next letter from her beloved would come.

 

_I loved you then, I love you still but something tells me my love isn’t enough_

 

Her beloved’s letters were few and far between but _he_ kept coming back. At first, Raphael told her that his father insisted he come. That he needed to at least listen to their business meetings and couldn’t she have pity on him, they were interesting, sure, but no one listened to him anyway. She laughed at him but let him join her in her daily tasks whenever he wasn’t cloistered away with his father and his business associates.

But those meetings didn’t last forever. Helena thought that would be the end of it and was surprised by the slight pang she felt at the thought of not seeing Raphael again.

So she was surprised when Raphael showed up the next week.

“I got used to coming here every week.” He told her with a laugh, “I completely forgot that the meetings were over.”

Helena was too happy that her friend—because he _was_ her friend now, wasn’t he?—was here and still willing to spend time with her. Too happy to wonder _why_ she was happy.

And later when Raphael left, Helena wondered when she started looking forward to his visits instead of her beloved’s letters.

 

_You had my heart, you only needed to ask._

“So this guy you’re always going on about…” Raphael said during one visit, “What’s he to you anyway? Childhood sweetheart?” He suggested teasingly.

Helena laughed from where she was sorting seeds, “You’re actually right. He and I grew up together. Best friends from the day we met. Everyone thought we’d end up together.”

“So what happened?”

“He left for college. Simon hasn’t been back since then. But he will. We made a promise, you see. One day, he’s going to come back and we’ll build a life together.”

“And in the meantime, he just left you here?” he exclaimed incredulously.

“Someone had to take care of our families!” Helena said defensively, “I couldn’t leave my father. He needs my brothers in the field. Who would care for my younger siblings then? And Simon…he has younger siblings too! His family…they need the help.”

“Those two other children in your house…they’re his siblings?”

“We took them in after Simon’s father had to sell his second rice field. They just couldn’t support all the children anymore. My family could. So we took them in. They’re practically family anyway!”

“You must love him so much…”

“Of course I do!” she snapped, “What are you implying?”

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Raphael said strongly, “You do so much for him. You care for your family and open your house and heart to his, and for what? He left you! He hasn’t done anything to help you!”

“He is helping! He left so he could build a better future for us!”

“…Maybe it’s just me…but I don’t think I’d like that. I’d want to build that future _with_ someone. Have a real partner…not just someone I’m with, you know?”

“You’re being silly.” She told him, but in her heart she agreed. She wanted so much more.

_Forgive me, my friend, I could not wait any longer_

 

“I don’t know what to do anymore! I know he’s your father’s friend but if he buys my father’s land that will be the end of us!”

“And if your father doesn’t sell, you’ll starve before the year ends!”

Helena looked at Raphael like he was a stranger. Raphael looked frazzled but he moved closer and took her hand.

“Look…I can buy it from your father. I’ve my own funds and I’ll give your father a much more generous offer than what the landowner is giving.”

Everything has a price. Simon told her that. There must be one now…

“What do you want?” Helena asked.

“What?”

“If you do this…what do I have to give you in return?”

“Helena! You don’t have to do anything! You’re my friend. Of course, I’d help you.”

“This is much more than helping. You’re saving my father’s livelihood. You’re saving my family. You _must_ want something!”

“…marry me.”

“What?”

“I love you. That’s why I’d do this. But that’s _my_ reason. You don’t have to do anything. I’d still help your family…but that’s because I love _you_ and you love them.”

‘I…I need to think.” Helena pulled away.

“No, wait!” Raphael exclaimed, “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. Let’s start over okay? Your father’s rice fields are in danger. How are you going to fix it? Let me help you. I want to save your father’s land too. Let’s do it, together. I know we can.”

Helena didn’t _know_ anything. Everything was going wrong. But Raphael seemed to be so certain…

“…okay…”

 

_I gave it to another. And I know he will keep it safe._

 

In the end, Raphael didn’t buy Helena’s father’s rice field and they didn’t sell to the landowner either. Raphael helped Helena take out a loan and she used the money to expand her garden.

It turned out that parts of the mountain were being converted to resorts and hotels, all of which needed to have fresh vegetables and fruits transported from farms in the lowlands. Those new tourist spots were more than happy to buy Helena’s vegetables at city prices. Suddenly, life as a farmer didn’t seem impossible.

It took time and effort. Blood, sweat and tears. Other rice farmers lost their work as more and more of their farmland was sold to make ends meet. Some continued working the land under tenant systems. Others found jobs in cottage industries. But not every farmer in the village was able to find work. Entire families had to move, going wherever job opportunities were.

It broke Helena’s heart but she knew that she could only help so many people. She re-invested the entire profit from her first harvest and was able to buy fields that neighbored her father’s former rice paddies.

The day Helena paid off the loan, interest and all, the entire family celebrated. Raphael was there, it only made sense. After all, he’d been there every step of the way.

It took some time, but the two were able to slip away.

“You did it!” Raphael exulted, picking Helena up and twirling her.

Still giddy with success, Helena laughed, louder and more carefree than she’d laughed in years.

“I want you to partner with me!” she said breathlessly, words spilling out of her before she could decide if speaking them was a good idea, “This! I couldn’t have done this without you! I want you to have a share in it—officially this time…”

But now he was pushing her away, not too far, just enough to look her squarely in the eye. A moment ago he’d been ecstatic but all that was gone, leaving only a serious expression on Raphael’s face.

“No.” he told her.

Helena didn’t understand, why was he refusing? Why was he so serious now? Shouldn’t he be happy?

“Keep it.” Raphael said, “Make this business your own. Not shared with me or anyone else. It’s your ace up your sleeve. Don’t let anyone take it away from you.”

“I—I don’t understand…”

Raphael sighed, “Look at it this way. I do want to partner with you. I want to do a lot of things with you. I just think you should keep this—this your first success—as something just for you. Trust me. It will make you feel much safer knowing you always have this to fall back on in case future ventures go wrong.”

“I’m still confused but…” Helena reached out for Raphael’s hands and he let her squeeze them firmly, “I trust you. And if you think I should remain the sole owner of the farm then I’ll do it.”

Raphael smiled, “Good. Now about that partner thing…”

“You have something else in mind?” Helena brightened instantly.

“You could say that…” Raphael said nervously, “I want to be your partner. I want to build a life together…I want it to be ours. I want us to go forward as equals. A year ago you said no. Will you marry me now, joy of my heart?

Helena couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He wanted to marry her? Still? But…she was promised to Simon! They were supposed to get married! She promised to wait for him!! He promised to come back for her!!

But…he never did…

Did she still have to keep her promise? _Should_ she keep it?

And Raphael…he’d waited so long. Raphael waited for her…just like she’d waited for Simon. And Helena knew how hard it was to wait and wait and wait. Been here, when she needed him. He was her friend. He loved her. Helena knew that. Raphael had never kept his love secret. So…did she love him?

…no…

Not the way she loved Simon. But she _did_ love him, as a friend…as a partner…maybe enough to be his wife.

“…yes.” It was the merest breath of a whisper but Raphael heard and his heart lit up with joy.

“Yes.” Helena repeated, this time more sure. She met his gaze and said resolutely, “Yes, I’ll marry you, Raphael.”

_Who would have known that our dreams would come to this?_

 

Of course, that’s when Simon came home. Tired from the stresses of city living and frustrated that his dreams seemed so much further away, the news that his childhood sweetheart was marrying someone _else_ just broke him.

“How could you even think of marrying him?” he shouted, “You promised!”

And if that wasn’t such a sad, sad smile on her face, “I promised to wait. And I did. _You_ never came back.” Her voice hitched but she didn’t look away, “Maybe…maybe it would have been better if you never did.”

Her words stunned him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t _think_!

They promised each other. They were supposed to live together! A happy ending—just like in the stories their parents told them when they were children…

Why was it so difficult?

“I think you should go now.”

There. Him. It was his fault, wasn’t it? _He_ slipped in, twisted himself into his beloved’s heart. _He_ never had to suffer, to work, through all the things he did. It was _his_ fault!

“She’ll never love you!” he yelled, “She loved _me_! You know that…so why—why would you _do_ this?”

“Because I love her.” Raphael said calmly, “Truly, madly, deeply, in all the ways that she loved you. Yes, she may not and may never love me the way I do her but…it’s enough. She _does_ love me. Not the way I might wish, but she loves me enough to stay with me, to marry me, to bear my children. And that? That will just have to be enough.”

So Simon left…again.

And it was in Raphael’s arms that she cried…again.

“You don’t have to do this.” Raphael whispered into her hair, “You can marry him if you want to, I won’t stop you.”

And how it must hurt him to offer her that chance. Helena fell in love with him just a tiny bit more. Because Raphael never wanted to cage her, never wanted to dictate her dreams. He wanted to build a world, a life _with_ her. Be her partner in all things. She saw that now. Maybe Simon was right, maybe she didn’t love Raphael like she should but…

She did love him _enough_.

Helena didn’t trust herself enough to answer though, so she only held him tighter.

Two months later, she married Raphael. She smiled at him and promised to spend the rest of her life with him. When they were married, Raphael looked at her with such joy that she couldn’t help but echo it. Helena resolutely did not scan the crowds for the face that wasn’t there.

_Know that I still love you, as truly as I did back then_

 

It hurt. It hurt _so_ much. All of Helena’s being was focused on a single task but a tiny part of herself managed to think that it wasn’t as bad as it could be…

Later, when it was over, and she held her new daughter in her arms, basking in the attention her husband lavished on her and their firstborn, Helena would have time to be grateful. Grateful that she chose Raphael if only because it meant that her children would never have to wonder where their next meal was going to come from, never have to wonder if _this_ child…if this sibling was the one to take their mother from them.

Helena was one of the able-bodied women in her village. That meant that she helped in a birth or two before she married Raphael. She knew the hardships new mothers went through. Pregnant women were not excused from work. She’d even heard of one mother from another village who gave birth in the rice fields.

The state of healthcare in the farming villages like hers were an ugly reality. Most villages were lucky if they had a healer who could double as a midwife. Their village was one of the lucky ones. Even so, and the very thought of it made her feel slightly guilty, if she’d married Simon, Helena would not have all the amenities and healthcare provided to her now.

When they first found out about the pregnancy, Helena had immediately been provided with a gynecologist. She’d been given supplements and strict diets, all supposed to ensure that she and the baby would be healthy. She kept working, of course, her upbringing wouldn’t let her rest when she could still move. But when she was in her third trimester and moving became more of a waddle, Raphael had given her a home office and she could keep managing her thriving businesses from the comfort of her home.

The date of birth was calculated down to the hour. She’d already been in the hospital when the labor pains began. There were so many people, all of them intent on her comfort, her health and that of the baby’s. Everyone said that nothing would go wrong. But Helena had seen mothers die of too much blood loss, infants die before they’d even seen the sun…too much could go wrong.

She’d been terrified but Raphael was there. He held her hand and told her it would be okay. And he’d never lied before so Helena trusted that it would all go right.

And it did.

Now there was a beautiful baby girl in her arms. She looked like her father and was absolutely perfect. Helena felt a pang of longing. Once, she’d wished for the child of a different man, wished to have a different man at her side. But now? She could only be glad. So glad and thankful that her child would never know the hardships she’d lived through, never have to fear that her child would be her death.

This child. She’d be so loved and she’d never want for anything, not if her parents had anything to say about it.

There was a tiny bit of guilt that said that Simon should have been the one with her, that she’d _promised_. But the tiny smile of the child in her arms, echoed by the loving husband beside her made that tiny part vanish. After all, she’d made a promise to this man too.

_Know that I am happy, and I wish you are too_

 

“Are you happy, my wife?”

“Yes, yes I am, husband.”

Helena had ceased to be surprised that she could answer Raphael’s question honestly. He’d given her so much and asked for so little. How could she not love him? She knew that he still feared that she’d leave him…especially now that Simon had finally had a stroke of good fortune. He’d found a stable job a few years back and now was facing a well-earned promotion. Simon would be able to support the dream he’d once promised Helena. But that was years ago. She was happy now…happier than she thought she’d be.

“The children just got home from school. They’re wondering if you had time to play before dinner.” Raphael told her already turning away from the door, “I’ll just let them know you’re working on something.”

He knew what she was doing. Helena had not kept her correspondence with her childhood beloved secret. Raphael didn’t stop her from writing to him, nor he from writing to her. He’d not even dissuaded her from meeting Simon after he apologized for his outburst before their wedding. She wondered when she’d could finally put her husband’s fears to rest. She and Simon were good friends but she’d married Raphael. That meant something.

“No wait,” she found herself saying, “I’ll come with you.”

Helena put her pen down. Her letter could wait, she had time to finish it later. But for now, her family was waiting…

 

_This is good bye, dear friend, may your dreams come true._

 

FIN

**Author's Note:**

> This was written in partial completion of one of my college classes, nearly two years ago now. I decided that it's been long enough since then (no word whatsoever from my professor regarding this so...) and that I should at least TRY to start writing again. So I'll be going through my old original works, cleaning them up and posting them here to see how well they do.
> 
> I hope you enjoyed my little take on the troubles of mountain-folk (Helena) and of entry-level new graduates scrambling for jobs (Simoun). It was supposed to be a semi-lighthearted story about the reality of life. I think it just turned out really sad and bittersweet. Thoughts? Drop me a comment. :)


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